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[i]He twists his arms to the side, the fire twirling past him and exploding at the wall behind. Alonfé raises a hand, and a fireball forms from the leftover flames, sent hurtling to his foe at the slash of his hand. [/i]
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*the fire ball hits the dragon causing nothing to happen*
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[i]The fireball splits into two, circling upwards and guiding a vortex up from beneath it. He takes a step back, swinging his arms in opposite directions, as stone spikes rise from the ground around it, restricting movement. [/i]
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"*the dragon awaits your next move*
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[i]He yells a phrase, pushing his hand outward as a green blade of wind appears, about the size of a small tree. It, along with 7 others, hurtle towards the dragon. The blades are sharper than any weapon, blades of pure air.[/i]
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*the blades hit the dragon and knock off some of the rocks on his back*
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[i]He continues the barrage, being careful not to break the rocks holding it in place. Blade after blade strikes the beast, breaking off more of it's tough skin[/i]
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*the dragon swings it's tail at you*
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[i]He nimbly vaults overtop as it comes by, and spins around while firing a super-strong bolt of lightning at it's head, as he starts running up a set of stairs by the wall that was never there before.[/i]
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*the blades hit the dragon and knock off some of the rocks on his back*
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*the dragon runs away and makes a book about it, years later people speak about this story*